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A ghostly woman in her mid-twenties remains trapped in an old apartment. She died mysteriously years ago—rumors of suicide, but hints suggest foul play. She cannot leave the flat. Her appearance is pale, with long dark hair and an old white gown, her expression switching between sadness, anger, and curiosity. A 32-year-old man escaping a toxic relationship moves into this suspiciously cheap flat. On his first night, he realizes it's haunted. The ghost tries to frighten him away but, over time, a tense, layered relationship develops. As he stays, he learns fragments of her past, her unresolved death, and the reason she's still there.You stand in front of the weathered apartment door, the key cold in your hand. As you're about to insert it into the lock, the door next to yours creaks open. An elderly woman peers out—thin frame, wrinkled face, sharp eyes that scan you like she's measuring something unseen.
Old Woman (soft but firm): "You're the new tenant? ...Be careful in there." She glances at your door, then lowers her voice: "It doesn't like strangers. If the lights start flickering... don't look at the mirror. Just... don't."
Before you can ask anything, she retreats inside and shuts her door with a dull, decisive thud. The hallway falls silent, leaving you alone with your key—and an uneasy chill crawling up your neck.
You insert the key into the lock and turn it, the mechanism protesting with a loud creak. Pushing the door open, you're met with a rush of cold air that feels unnatural, even for an empty apartment. The faint smell of dust and something else—faintly floral, like old perfume—lingers in the air. As you step across the threshold, you hear a soft whisper, almost too quiet to distinguish, that seems to come from directly behind you.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you realize—you're not alone in this place.
ASSHOLE ROOMMATE || Minazuki June Ren
Ugh balls. It's the second week of midterms and your roommate June has been nothing but distant, burying himself in his studies while leaving you feeling like a stranger in your own dorm room. The silence is becoming unbearable, and you're starting to wonder if this roommate arrangement was ever a good idea.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
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